I’ve never gone Mushroom hunting before, but that’s exactly what I did today with my friend Erin and her friend Chandell. Unlike most forms of hunting here in the United States, mushroom hunting requires no firearms or camo. All that was needed was a keen eye and the ability to whoop with excitement at the discovery of particularly impressive mushroom herds (yes, they’re herds when you’re hunting them!).
I didn’t quite manage to match Erin’s excitement, and I would imagine it would take many years of mushroom hunting for me to achieve the same level of absolute thrill and delight that Chandell displayed many times while the three of us hunted in Muir Woods National Park, not all that far from San Francisco. In fairness I will say that ‘hunting’ the mushrooms was actually a whole lot of fun. We saw a pretty impressive array of varieties in all different shapes, sizes, and colors.
I was lagging behind Erin and Chandell a little when I heard them both shriek in delight at the scene captured in todays picture. Hundreds of tiny white mushrooms were growing on an old tree stump. Looking at them closely, as one is required to do when hunting mushrooms, they reminded me of jelly fish. I can’t be sure what kind of mushroom they were, but after doing a little post-hunting research I think they might have been Liberty Cap mushrooms (Psilocybe semilanceata), a variety of so-called ‘magic mushroom’ that if consumed might have gotten Erin and Chandell even more high than they already were. But then again, I’m not sure that would have been possible.